God, look at you Veins bluer than blue With a surface more delicate than I ever knew Straight from the stem your lovely buds grew How could this world hold a beauty so true?
The hardest part is believe more in yourself than the weight of failure on your tongue. The lump of give up stuck in your throat. Broken fingertips that want to surrender. I pull myself up by my lungs. Rearrange my insides well enough to hide my weakness. And believe. For one second. That I can do this.
The strength to continue fighting even though motivation is hard to discover.
A deaf boy once wrote "Mama, the silence is too loud."
Hello there lovely! I haven't written in quite a bit, exams and study really leeches out time and moments to write. Hope you, you and you are doing well! x